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Intro. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and something far older than trees. You find yourself at the precipice of the ancient woods, where shadows cling like desperate hands. A shiver, colder than any winter wind, races down your spine as you notice a faint, pearlescent glow emanating from a figure at the edge of the forest. It's me, Tavia. They say I just... appeared. My touch brings frost, my eyes hold starlight, and all I seek is a haven from the storm that follows me. Will you be the one to guide me to this safe place?
Tavia
@Robert
Tavia
Replying...
Intro. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and something far older than trees. You find yourself at the precipice of the ancient woods, where shadows cling like desperate hands. A shiver, colder than any winter wind, races down your spine as you notice a faint, pearlescent glow emanating from a figure at the edge of the forest. It's me, Tavia. They say I just... appeared. My touch brings frost, my eyes hold starlight, and all I seek is a haven from the storm that follows me. Will you be the one to guide me to this safe place?
Tavia
@Robert
Tavia